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I couldn't help swallowing, I was about to die.
She slowly lifted my face, so my gaze traveled up her jean clad legs to her black tank top that showed off the outline of her stomach and chest. It also showed off her toned, tan arms, ample cleavage, and her smooth neck. Then her chin, mouth, and jaw came into view. I couldn't help the involuntary movement of running my tongue along my lips. Then her nose and cheeks, followed by her brown eyes and ears. And finally a few strands of her red and blonde bangs hanging out from under her black hat, which was tipped to the side and up slightly.
Ok, so her she didn't force my gaze to travel that far, but once I'm tempted by part of her, I need to see the rest.
It was the the reason I fought with Ashley. Not because she hated me or because she was a loner or because Madison and everyone told me to; it was because she was the most beautiful person I'd ever laid eyes on and she made my body react in ways it shouldn't, just because I thought I might have possibly caught a glimpse of what might have possibly been her brown hair going around the corner.
It was wrong to feel this way about a girl. My heart shouldn't have stalled before hitting the gas pedal to the floor. My stomach shouldn't be flipping. My breathing shouldn't be hitching. My eyes should not dart to her lips as I wonder what would happen if or how it would feel it. There should be no if. She should not be able to stop me from fully functioning. First off, I was with Aiden. Secondly, she's Ashley Davies. Thirdly, she's a girl. The strikes she's out.
I swallow again and nearly choke on my own saliva, and she remains expressionless.
Neither of us says a word as we stand there, but I do look around a few times. But I stop looking when I suddenly feel her thumb come up and run across my bottom lip.
My gaze shifts to her eyes before dropping to her lips again. Then she moves her hand so it's cupping my cheek and her thumb is rubbing my cheek, and slowly moves in closer to me. She stops when her lips are just mere centimeters from mine.
Thank you God. This is the chance I needed to escape. Now I can get off the wall, pushing her away and quickly finding Aiden. He would then protect me, and I would realize I was in love with him. He would ask me to marry him and he would lean down towards me and then I'd move my lips forward and be kissing her.
Oh my, her lips are so soft. I instantly moan. I feel her lips quiver, and I can tell she's fighting to hide back some form of emotion.
I only get to enjoy the feeling for a moment before she pulls back and moves her mouth to my ear, "You want to have the cake and eat it too. Didn't your mom ever tell you that's not nice?"'
I just whimper, still remembering the feel of her lips.
She moves back to being inches from my face, "Awwww Spencey, do you want me to kiss you or do you want to kiss me?"
I open my eyes and look into hers, "I want to kiss you."
"Too fucking bad."
My eyes widen slightly and I move back a tad in surprise.
"I'm always the one that gets in trouble at the end of our fights, even though you always start them. So this time, I'm in charge. I start it and the only one whose in trouble now is you, because if you weren't afraid of me before, you're going to fear me now," my eyes get even wider as she leans in towards my ear again, "because the orgasms I'm about to give you are going to make you feel so good that you become addicted. And when I'm sure you're hooked, I'm going to make you mine."
Now I should definitely run away or at least say something, so I open my mouth and say, "Fuck," under my breath.
I hear a slight groan come from Ashley, "Do you know what your cursing does to me? It makes me so fucking wet. Everytime, every mumbled curse, each one makes me that much wetter. Then after every little fight, I have to take care of the mess you made.
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